The eerie light punctured the misty morning. The misty morning reminded me of mama's tea.I loved it with three spoons of sugar. "What do u want to do first in my world ??"He asked. "I want to see me, through my eyes" Said I "OK.Be back in an hour" I heard the song. The funeral prosodion. People were crying. I saw my school mate. She was wearing a white shirt and a blue jeans. She didnt cry but she was sad.Her eyes were red. "Didnt u sleep last night?" I asked. She did not see me or acted to that effect. She acted well enough. I waved my hands in front of her eyes to induce her to talk to me. She sang well. I remembered. Maybe she should lead the choir. The blue ford was my car.Nobody had washed it. My wife stood to the side of the garden.She was wearing a black churidar. She was not crying.But i knew she had cried the whole of last night. She loved me. I loved her.Even now. I wanted to give her a red rose as I used to do for her birthdays.I went to my garden. I plucked the red rose.As red as her lips.But it couldnt be plucked in my world and given to her in her's. I went and lied over my body.It was placed over the funeral pyre by the hindu pandit who was blabbering in seemingly obsolete tongue. As he was mouthing the inanities a handful of water was poured forth on my face. I jumped. I was not wet but i was wet. I could see drops of water flowing down to wet the white sheet of cloth spread over me. It formed patches as if on the bed of the naughty virgin after her night of connubial bliss. I saw through my unwet eyes my wife being supported by my beloved sister-in-law. She was sweet.I have no remorse in bringing to my memory any of my carnal desires at such an anachronistic time and such an incongruous place as that of my funeral.But strangely my body did not respond to those loving memories.I wondered whether gods have hard ons ? My reverie on heavenly sexual perversions was cut short when someone started wailing at the top of her voice. I wanted to see who it was but my vision was impaired by the smoke which was now bellowing from the pyre.Would the heat touch me, I wondered.It didnt. My left hand was the first to burn.I did not quite like the smell of the burning human flesh. It reminded me of the cement factory where lime was treated with acid to produce calcium extract.I forgot the equation that I had studied in my chemistry class for the same. I thought hard.Shit. I could no longer bear the smell of burning carcass.I got down from the burning pyre and slowly went and stood by the side of my wife.People were already going. After what seemed like eternity the fire bore down. My wife was alone with my blue ford car. She was going back. "Noooooo" I cried out in despair.After my death I never really had time to miss her.But now suddenly the thought hit me under my belt.She looked back once. Her eyes had a dreamy look.The look she had when she was on top of me and riding me to the gates of heaven. Now she was riding and I was going to Anubis. The god of death. He shall weigh my heart with the touchstone of truth and if laced with lies shall be thrown to the awaiting crocodiles. The blue ford fed away. Anubis came back. He had the head of jackal and body of human.What an ugly god!! "Now comes your time of reckoning.If any of the answers you give shall be laced with untruths or half truths your heart shall be thrown to crocodiles". I was confident.I braced myself for the questions. His first question was seemingly simple. "Whom did you love the most in your first world ?" "Who else,my very own daughter" He had that mischeivous smile on his face. My heart sank. The crocodiles feasted on my heart. "She never was" I cried for the first time since my death.